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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.