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 Madagascar 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.