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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.