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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Chrome,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
10cc,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.