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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.