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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.