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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.