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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.