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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.