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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.