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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.