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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.