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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.