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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.