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 Paraguay 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.