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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Can,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.