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 Poland 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.