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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
The Remains,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.