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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.