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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.