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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.