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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.