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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Aswad,
cv313,
AZ,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.