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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.