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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Lyres,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Television,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.