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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Liliput,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.