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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Japan,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.