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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.