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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.