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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.