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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.