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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.