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 Romania 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.