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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.