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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.