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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.