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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.