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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.