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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.