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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Johnny Clarke 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.