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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
DNA,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.