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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
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.