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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.