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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.