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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Magma,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.