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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.