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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.