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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.