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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.