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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.