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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.