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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.