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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Scion,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
ABBA,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.