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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.