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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.