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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.