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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Suicide,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.