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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Index,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Japan,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.