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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.