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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Brick,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.