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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.