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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.