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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.