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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.