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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.