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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.