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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.