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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.