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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.