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 Chile 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.