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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.