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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the dance 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Quantec,
Cluster,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.