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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.