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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.