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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.