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 Albania 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.