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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.