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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.