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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.