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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Whodini,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.