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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.