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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Gong,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.