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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.