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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.