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 Tunisia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.