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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
cv313,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.