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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Mars,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.