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 Stockholm.
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 Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.