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 Belarus 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.