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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.