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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.