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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Neu!,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.