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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.