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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.