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 Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.