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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 Cairo and Paris.
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 theremin 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Wire,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.