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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.