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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.