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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.