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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.