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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.