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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.