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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.