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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.