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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.