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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators 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?
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.