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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Yaz,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.