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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.