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 Kyrgyzstan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.