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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 Bremen and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.