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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Technova,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.