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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.