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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.