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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.