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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.