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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.