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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.