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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.