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 Swaziland 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.