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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.