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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.