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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.