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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.