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 Canada and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.