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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Television,
Skaos,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.