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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.