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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
X-101,
Slave,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.