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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
cv313,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.