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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.