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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
ABBA,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.