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 Serbia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.