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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
cv313,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.