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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.