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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.