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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.