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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.