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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.