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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.