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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.