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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.