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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Faust,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.