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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.