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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.