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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.