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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.