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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
X-101,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.