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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.