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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.