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 Lesotho 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.