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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.