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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.