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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.