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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.