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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.