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 Tajikistan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.