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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.