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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.