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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.