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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.