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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.