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 Suriname 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.