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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.