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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.