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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Monks,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.