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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
June Days,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.