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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.