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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Roxette,
The Index,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.