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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.