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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.