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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Nas,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.