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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.