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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.