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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.