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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.