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 Poland 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.