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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Skarface 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
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.