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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Nas,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.