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 Togo and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
The Names,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.