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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
MDC,
cv313,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.