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 Ethiopia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.