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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
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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.