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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.