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 Jordan 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.