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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.