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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.