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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.