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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.