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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.