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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.