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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.