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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.