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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.