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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.