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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.