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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.