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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.