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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.