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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
The Motions,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.