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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.