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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.