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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.