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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.