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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.