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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Index,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.