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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.