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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.