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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.