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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.