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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.