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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.