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 Malaysia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.