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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.