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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.