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 Vietnam 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.