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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.