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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
ABC,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.