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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.