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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.