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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Technova,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.