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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.