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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Pole,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.