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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.