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 Sudan and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.