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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
The Names,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.