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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.