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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Pole,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.