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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.