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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.