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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.