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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Dead Boys 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.