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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Martian to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling 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 grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Organ,
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.