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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Nas,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.