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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.