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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.