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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.