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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.