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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Pole to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.