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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
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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.