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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.