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 the UAE 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.