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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.