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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.