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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.