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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.