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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.