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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.