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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.