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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.