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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.