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 Madrid.
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 Beijing and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
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Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.