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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.