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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fear to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.