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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Moebius,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.