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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
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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.