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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.