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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.