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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
The Remains,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.