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 Uruguay 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 E-Dancer 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.