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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.