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 United States and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.