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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.