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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 sitar 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.