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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.