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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.