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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Television,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.