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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.