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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.