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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.