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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.