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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
The Move,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.