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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.