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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Cybotron,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
The Names,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.