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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.