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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 Spokane and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.