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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
ABC,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.