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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
CMW,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.