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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.