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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.