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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.