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 United States 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.