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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Index,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.