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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Pagans to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.