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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Fear,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.