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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.