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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.