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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.