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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.