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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.