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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.