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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.