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 Samoa 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.