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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.