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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.