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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.