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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Basic Channel 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.