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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.