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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Index,
Mars,
Shoche,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.