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 Benin and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.