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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
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 Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.