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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.