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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.