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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.