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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.