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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.