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 United States and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.