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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.