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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.