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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.