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 Comoros and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.