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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.