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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.