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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Smog,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.