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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.