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 Belize 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.