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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Ronan,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.