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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.