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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
X-102,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.