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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.