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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.