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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Unwound,
the Association,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Nico,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.