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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Nico,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.