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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.