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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.