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 Laos 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.