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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.