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 China and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.