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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.