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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.