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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.