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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.