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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.