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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.