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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Symarip,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.