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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.