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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Index,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.