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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Maurizio,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.