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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Saints,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.