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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neu! to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.