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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.