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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 UT 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.