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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.