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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.