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 Uzbekistan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Gong,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.