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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.