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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Move to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.