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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.