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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.