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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.