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 Egypt 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.