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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.