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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.