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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.