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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.