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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
UT,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.