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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
John Holt,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
The Move,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.