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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
PIL,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.