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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.