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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.