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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.