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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.