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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.