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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.