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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.