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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 snare 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.