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 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.