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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.