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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.