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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.