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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.