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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Cameo to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.