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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.