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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.