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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.