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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the rap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.