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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.