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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.