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 United States and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Fear,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.