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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.