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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.