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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Brick,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.