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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Television,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.