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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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-ha to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Slits,
Franke,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Can,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.