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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.