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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.