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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.