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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.