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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.