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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.