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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.