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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.