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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.