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 Burundi 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.