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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Faust,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.