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 Albania and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.