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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.