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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.