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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.