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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.