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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.