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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.