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 Moldova 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
DNA,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.