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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.