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 United States 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.