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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.