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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Crime,
UT,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.