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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
AZ,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.