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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.