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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.