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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.