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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.