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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.