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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.