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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.