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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.