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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 New York and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Associates to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.