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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Can,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.