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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.