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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.