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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Symarip,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.