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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.