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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Audionom,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.