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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.