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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.