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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.