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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.