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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.