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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.