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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.