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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.