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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.