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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.