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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
The Move,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.