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 India and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.