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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.