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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.