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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.