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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.