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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Human League,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
AZ,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.