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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.