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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Fear,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.