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 Togo 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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.