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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
The Names,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.