Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.