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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.