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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Magma,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.