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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.