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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.