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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.