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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.