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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.