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 Ivory Coast 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.