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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.