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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Monks,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.