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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Can,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.