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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.