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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Television,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.