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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.