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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.