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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.