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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Make Up,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.