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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Index,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.