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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.