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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.