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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.