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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.