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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.