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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.