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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.