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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.