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 Greece and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.