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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.