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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.