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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.