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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Index,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.