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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.