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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.