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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Mars,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.