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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.