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 Albania 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
June Days,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.