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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Brick,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
MDC,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.