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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.