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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.