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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.