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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.