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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.