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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Doors,
June Days,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.