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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.