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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.