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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
the Normal,
MDC,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
CMW,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Gories,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.