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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.