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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Television,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.