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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.