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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.