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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.