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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.