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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.