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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.