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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.