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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.