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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.