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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Can,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.