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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.