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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.