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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.