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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Pylon,
The Move,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.