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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.