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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.