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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
New Order,
Skaos,
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.