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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.