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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.