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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.