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 Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.